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ALL THESE SLIPPERY THINGS ALL THESE BIRDS IN MY HAIR With my head in the clouds so much you would think I surely must have seen the sky And with all of these birds in my hair and the sun talking in my ear I still wonder why But sometimes your heart is so much tougher than your eyes It will enter the lion’s den while all the other wounded patiently wait in line But now adays, I only hear the birds say, “Be light” “Be light” But there is a dream made of lead, your medusa-haired head gently lying on my bed A love barely breathing in all these slippery things we dread Then you so slowly speak and I hear it in the breeze As the sparrows on your tongue are stifling a scream I hear you say, as the birds they fly away, “Be light” “Be light” “Be light” THE SNAPPING SOUND The snapping sound is just my heart, my sunshine, I’ll be alright But I go too far when I play the part, my sunshine, I must confide That there are fiery flames on the tip of my tongue, lost dancing with the devil while trying to please everyone They float heavenly as if they had a choice, all these evil words born in the softest voice; confused as whether to melt or just to rejoice Now I withdraw these hands, which were built to kill, to my saintly side which subverts my will, And stare at all the glasses filled with all the discarded progress so prominently displayed on the window sill But now I’m only in a knot from dreaming of you, lost in all these sentences which will never soothe I don’t think I can stand without your weight, my sunshine, I’ll be alright But I’m left with only a shirt to compensate, my sunshine, and it’s not my size And now I scream from the tips of my lungs, at all these slippery things in which our dreams are so tightly wrung And now you finally flinch and shed a tear, and collapse into these seconds which now feel so near, and expose all of these moments which were once revered, and now it all seems so, so clear But now it stings, this we can’t conceal, but now I know our tragic tongues will never heal And now this is me me me looking at you you you, we played love like a game, just a word we outgrew, So now we’ll bow, rest our goddamn feet, as a love is not for laughs, so watch out, we better clench our teeth And now we’ll say, maybe we’ll see each other soon, and now I’ll walk away, a cold wind’s coming through And now this is me me me looking at you you you, so tell me me me, what are we gonna do? ON FEATHERS & ARROWS (ON BURNT PINE) The spots of the sun they filled your eyes,replaced the view in symphonies with what you knew were lies They took all of your feathers and turned them to stones Now you are just crawling around proclaiming it’s easy on the bones and that you’ll never let a soul into the world you made Complaining those lights are always darks, when it’s your eyes that are the shades But you just stared at me and now you know I know And now I have an arrow directed at you so lets start the show Called Quebec home for half the year, every night a cocktail party and you led the cheer Said, “To our health”, when you knew you were dying In lieu of your wealth you stated you were retiring Thought no one would ever know the secrets you hid Found whatever friends who would take the lowest bid But now you are stuck in your own shit because you can’t fly without feathers You think your skin is protected from my arrows with your leather But I’ve seen your girls as they were mine too: Tina from Poughkeepsie and Tracy from Kalamazoo I figured it would just serve as a passing phase, a momentary celebration to commemorate my raise But things get tricky and time gets sticky, you think it’s a youthful thing but now you are turning fifty Because no wind could blow those thoughts away, there are no feathers to dust them, all apologies appear cliché Cause I’ve been shot with arrows before, but all these slippery things surprise so I’m left with a quiver on the floor So now is the time to burst my bubble, spread the contents on the table, no need to hide my troubles And I’ll remember your life as I change mine and forget all your forests of evergreen, because I’ll suffice just fine with burnt pine BURNING RED (THE FA FA FA SONG) For all you lost children, this is your “Welcome in" Because it's not over yet, the embers, I sense, are burning red. But we are still holding tight; scanning the skies - preparing for flight, And in spite all these slippery things might, a glimmer of a glimmer fills my eyes! Far away. Far away. Far away. Please come here, bend real close, all you humans, spirits and ghosts. Because this is our one big chance to grow - to tear down the walls so the light can show. So, now we will shout to the heavens, now that we finally have their attention. Our fears are gems (to fill our heads); so we embrace them, and now they are burning red! Far away. Far away. Far away. Far away! Far away! Far away! IN THE LIGHTNING IT IS WRITTEN This day started just like all of the ones we’ve had The skies poured as we were lying like lions in the cover of your bed But I know you’re leaving, I can taste it on your tongue All this electricity has finally proved way, way, way too much Though I know as our bodies grow the way all these slippery things go Tongues twist and toes grip as we finally die and ask how it all comes to this So tell me what will the skies do, because right now it all seems so stuck Different languages? Parlez vous what the fuck? Now as we walk through the abandoned park by your parent’s house The thunder and our silence both finally strike way, way, way too loud Because I know it’s over, I heard it on your tongue And in the lightning it is written all we will become So, I’m screaming up at those red and blue, blue, blue skies, Trying to find some way to make it last, our elusive time, it’s our time It’s our time. THE ROLLICKING WALTZ All these Slippery Things. CHOCOLATE LEMONADE Walked through our house again, after midnight, feels like nothing’s ever gonna change. Grabbed your armor from our famous pillow fight, and there I was once again. Where you tackled my knees just to prove gravity, and all these slippery things came all tumbling down Because it’s hard to compete, when your smile looks so sweet, and when your enemy is the spoils you found Walked through our house again, after midnight, and for the first time it looked so, so strange Thought back to our dinner party and what was supposed to be a calm night, I don’t know why when your mother left, she looked so, so strained But I guess that’s when it was proven about red, red, red wine, the space it takes frees all the thoughts in the back of your mind Because I didn’t think she would leave, I thought she knew she was stingy, because you made mention of it all of the time Walked through our house again, after midnight, realizing all we’ve, all we’ve gained Your preference for candy corn, though toeing the line, is nothing like my chocolate lemonade Your preference for candy corn, though toeing the line, is nothing like my chocolate lemonade It’s nothing. Nothing. I STAYED UP ALL WEEK I stayed up all night just to hear the click of the door as you walked in; I felt like a fat man (full of love) made thin. I stayed up all night just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet. Because you said, “Alot has happened since I’ve last labored your eyes”. Yeah, you said, “Though, it is quite nice to see you too”. I stayed up all week just to hear what your verdict said; I felt like a fresh bouquet of flowers stalling their impending death. I stayed up all week just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet. Because you said, “Maybe our time has passed”. Yeah, you said, “Or maybe all these slippery things will let us last”. I stayed up all night just to watch the moon undress; I felt like a dictaphone trying to remember all the words you said. I stayed up all night just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet. Because you said I need to shower first. Yeah, you said, “Questions are good, because now I’m sure”. Yeah, you fell into my exhausted arms. Yeah, you never once felt so warm. THE SKY SEEMED SO RED TODAY The sky seemed so red today, whether it was all the flashlights as flares, or just that the sun finally decided to disappear. And I don’t know if the sun will ever find it’s place; because Jupiter’s cold and busy with other things, as is the rest of space. And I don’t know if I’ll notice with my eyes directed down as my heartstrings are pulled and oh how they never know the ground. And do you think people will ever change, or will my feet kick your pants and it won’t feel so strange as now, when all of time has let out, and we are all just floating away? As when, on our day of reckoning, we find out it was all just a mistake? Trees fell to the ground, a large oak full of birds on the floor or haven’t you heard before the chirps from the dirt, crying, “Save me please, because the darkness is closing in and the demons will be released from the sky up above to glow with wondrous light!” And so I clamor all day, and find myself exhausted at night as the days come with skies glowing red, and I think it’s the pain in my heart and not the pain in my head that keeps me quiet, within all of my might, when I come to your lonely room and sing my song, when all noise has gone, to become your passionate brew. And I say, “We will be inebriated tonight, and rest with our fear; as cowards who find sleep when heaven is near, but we’ll tell stories of loss and stories of hope as we watch all of our confidence slowly grow out of our ears and into our minds; to become drunk on our dreams, become the leaders of our time which is always slowly fading, as all moments do, from the red of the sun to the blue of the moon". And I’ll be reminded once more that we are all pieces of a puzzle, wondering wild in this whimsical world full of bubbles, trading our time for a life full of poisoned perfume and a stint in the same poignant cartoon of colors unreal, and weather unfelt, and never ask why all of our time is for sale and our words are never sung, and our days merely become coffins only missing the nails with skin that slowly fails, and a sun that can only shine pale. WE ARE ALL IN THE CLOUDS Hold my hand, cause it’s getting too intense, but now the light peeks, while wearing it’s short sleeves, it’s all around. It’s all around. These dreams I’ve had, they started their own band, they learned the tambourine, then broke their own front teeth, they’re busting out. They’re busting out. Come walk with me, as there are no dead-end streets, with rockets as shoes and a head full of clues, there’s no falling down. There’s no falling down. Please touch my face, as nothing could ever erase, as all of the times of white, they are now calcified, they’re busting out. They’re busting out! So we will dance, leave our fates to chance, whittle all of our days away as we are all amazed, we’re all in the clouds! We are all in the clouds! ALL THOSE SLIPPERY THINGS BLUE SKIES Before you just walk out the door please let me finish because I know the enormous cavalcade is just beginning to grow as the big-bellied women eating their broccoli begin to gloat as they know the nights will fade into sunrises and they sense the days are so close when our tangled tongues and the lightning bugs will all knowingly begin to glow as they shout out that our time is now! The walls are all falling down! Blue skies. Blue skies. Blue skies. The lights were low and all I could do was scrape the floor to find them underneath the chairs and behind the stares all these slippery things were unwinding to grow as the big-bellied women eating their broccoli begin to gloat as they know the nights will fade into sunrises and they sense the days are so close when our tangled tongues and the lightning bugs will all knowingly begin to glow as they shout out that our time is now! The walls are all falling down! Blue skies. Blue skies. Blue skies. But now all the sun is folded into my skin as the skies bend low and my heart rests on my hand And now you will see as the dreams they rise slowly and the shadows so tenderly float out past belief They float on by as the dreams they sigh as the clouds they part to reveal blue skies They float on by as the dreams they sigh, as the clouds they part to reveal blue skies Blue skies. Blue skies. Blue skies. IT'S NOT THE WAY It’s not the way you blow-dried your hair, out on the stairs, and reappeared on your favorite red chair as I sat and watched the game. It’s not the way you called your mom in a break from our conversation or even the fact that, of course, she said the same. You looked at me and said, “It’s not the way the stars align, or dreams define the hand of the divine, all we have is right here in our hands.” I looked at you and said, “It’s not the way I’ve known life to be; to loosen my teeth, open wounds to bleed. I know it will all float right down to our feet.” It’s not the way I complimented your dress, under duress as you forgot the mess that we had made last night in the living room. It’s not the way I drove your car, or prayed to the stars in the dark for just one sign to show we grew. You looked at me and said, “It’s not the way the stars align, or dreams define the hand of the divine, all we have is right here in our hands.” I looked at you and said, “It’s not the way I’ve known life to be; to loosen my teeth, open wounds to bleed. I know it will all float right down to our feet.” It’s not the way you blow-dried your hair, out on the stairs, and reappeared, spoke in my ear of all your fears, while I watched the game! It’s not the way! It’s not the way I drove your car, or prayed to the stars in the dark, for the sake of our hearts, to be just one part of all these slippery things! It’s not the way the stars aligned, or the gods entwine, the way our lives will unwind! We’ll keep upright if we know all of time is right here inside! It’s not the way! It’s not the way! It’s not the way! It’s not the way! ALL THESE TIMES WE TRIED TO SEE As your raven hair covered your eyes and shielded what up to then had been our biggest surprise: A look from beyond you don’t want, but, god-dammit, I don’t mind. All these slippery things are alone again while I am wiping my heart on someone else’s handkerchief. Now it’s all dripping on the floor, and I don’t know anymore when to say when. Please tell me, tell me it’s true. Please tell me, tell me I grew. I never bought you one thoughtful gift, I was stuck spinning in circles on the waves of whatever is hoping to get something transcendent, so I would know what it all meant. But I saw the blood that comes out of you, a day of reckoning now raining down upon us like we never knew and the gleam in your eyes, waving goodbye, as our final adieu. Please tell me, tell me it’s true. Please tell me, tell me I grew. Oh, but all these times we tried to see! Oh, but all these times we tried to see! Oh, but all these times we tried to see! WATCHING CARS DRIVE BY I’m left walking outside, but inside of the rain, watching cars drive by. Waiting for those clouds to feel a little bit of my pain Waiting for that sky to cry. Because you never even took the time to take a step out of your little, little lie. So I’m left walking outside, but inside of the rain, watching cars drive by. I’m left looking right through your ghostly eyes, hoping my mind’s deceived. Questioning everything that I might have ever felt and everything that I once believed. Because you never even took the time to take a step out of your little, little life. So I’m left walking outside, but inside of the rain, watching cars drive by. Watching cars drive by. Watching my life.

ALL THESE SLIPPERY THINGS

ALL THESE BIRDS IN MY HAIR

With my head in the clouds so much you would think I surely must have seen the sky
And with all of these birds in my hair and the sun talking in my ear I still wonder why
But sometimes your heart is so much tougher than your eyes
It will enter the lion’s den while all the other wounded patiently wait in line
But now adays, I only hear the birds say, “Be light”
“Be light”

But there is a dream made of lead, your medusa-haired head gently lying on my bed
A love barely breathing in all these slippery things we dread
Then you so slowly speak and I hear it in the breeze
As the sparrows on your tongue are stifling a scream
I hear you say, as the birds they fly away, “Be light”
“Be light”
“Be light”

THE SNAPPING SOUND

The snapping sound is just my heart, my sunshine, I’ll be alright
But I go too far when I play the part, my sunshine, I must confide
That there are fiery flames on the tip of my tongue, lost dancing with the devil while trying to please everyone
They float heavenly as if they had a choice, all these evil words born in the softest voice; confused as whether to melt or just to rejoice
Now I withdraw these hands, which were built to kill, to my saintly side which subverts my will,
And stare at all the glasses filled with all the discarded progress so prominently displayed on the window sill
But now I’m only in a knot from dreaming of you, lost in all these sentences which will never soothe

I don’t think I can stand without your weight, my sunshine, I’ll be alright
But I’m left with only a shirt to compensate, my sunshine, and it’s not my size
And now I scream from the tips of my lungs, at all these slippery things in which our dreams are so tightly wrung
And now you finally flinch and shed a tear, and collapse into these seconds which now feel so near,
and expose all of these moments which were once revered, and now it all seems so, so clear
But now it stings, this we can’t conceal, but now I know our tragic tongues will never heal

And now this is me me me looking at you you you, we played love like a game, just a word we outgrew, So now we’ll bow, rest our goddamn feet, as a love is not for laughs, so watch out, we better clench our teeth
And now we’ll say, maybe we’ll see each other soon, and now I’ll walk away, a cold wind’s coming through
And now this is me me me looking at you you you, so tell me me me, what are we gonna do?

ON FEATHERS & ARROWS (ON BURNT PINE)

The spots of the sun they filled your eyes,replaced the view in symphonies with what you knew were lies
They took all of your feathers and turned them to stones
Now you are just crawling around proclaiming it’s easy on the bones and that you’ll never let a soul into the world you made
Complaining those lights are always darks, when it’s your eyes that are the shades
But you just stared at me and now you know I know
And now I have an arrow directed at you so lets start the show

Called Quebec home for half the year, every night a cocktail party and you led the cheer Said, “To our health”, when you knew you were dying
In lieu of your wealth you stated you were retiring
Thought no one would ever know the secrets you hid
Found whatever friends who would take the lowest bid
But now you are stuck in your own shit because you can’t fly without feathers
You think your skin is protected from my arrows with your leather
But I’ve seen your girls as they were mine too: Tina from Poughkeepsie and Tracy from Kalamazoo
I figured it would just serve as a passing phase, a momentary celebration to commemorate my raise

But things get tricky and time gets sticky, you think it’s a youthful thing but now you are turning fifty
Because no wind could blow those thoughts away, there are no feathers to dust them, all apologies appear cliché
Cause I’ve been shot with arrows before, but all these slippery things surprise so I’m left with a quiver on the floor
So now is the time to burst my bubble, spread the contents on the table, no need to hide my troubles
And I’ll remember your life as I change mine and forget all your forests of evergreen, because I’ll suffice just fine with burnt pine

BURNING RED (THE FA FA FA SONG)

For all you lost children, this is your “Welcome in"
Because it's not over yet, the embers, I sense, are burning red.
But we are still holding tight; scanning the skies - preparing for flight,
And in spite all these slippery things might, a glimmer of a glimmer fills my eyes!

Far away. Far away. Far away.

Please come here, bend real close, all you humans, spirits and ghosts.
Because this is our one big chance to grow - to tear down the walls so the light can show.
So, now we will shout to the heavens, now that we finally have their attention.
Our fears are gems (to fill our heads); so we embrace them, and now they are burning red!

Far away. Far away. Far away.

Far away! Far away! Far away!

IN THE LIGHTNING IT IS WRITTEN

This day started just like all of the ones we’ve had
The skies poured as we were lying like lions in the cover of your bed
But I know you’re leaving, I can taste it on your tongue
All this electricity has finally proved way, way, way too much

Though I know as our bodies grow the way all these slippery things go
Tongues twist and toes grip as we finally die and ask how it all comes to this
So tell me what will the skies do, because right now it all seems so stuck
Different languages? Parlez vous what the fuck?

Now as we walk through the abandoned park by your parent’s house
The thunder and our silence both finally strike way, way, way too loud
Because I know it’s over, I heard it on your tongue
And in the lightning it is written all we will become
So, I’m screaming up at those red and blue, blue, blue skies,
Trying to find some way to make it last, our elusive time, it’s our time

It’s our time.

THE ROLLICKING WALTZ

All these Slippery Things.

CHOCOLATE LEMONADE

Walked through our house again, after midnight, feels like nothing’s ever gonna change.
Grabbed your armor from our famous pillow fight, and there I was once again.
Where you tackled my knees just to prove gravity, and all these slippery things came all tumbling down
Because it’s hard to compete, when your smile looks so sweet, and when your enemy is the spoils you found

Walked through our house again, after midnight, and for the first time it looked so, so strange
Thought back to our dinner party and what was supposed to be a calm night, I don’t know why when your mother left, she looked so, so strained
But I guess that’s when it was proven about red, red, red wine, the space it takes frees all the thoughts in the back of your mind
Because I didn’t think she would leave, I thought she knew she was stingy, because you made mention of it all of the time

Walked through our house again, after midnight, realizing all we’ve, all we’ve gained
Your preference for candy corn, though toeing the line, is nothing like my chocolate lemonade
Your preference for candy corn, though toeing the line, is nothing like my chocolate lemonade

It’s nothing. Nothing.

I STAYED UP ALL WEEK

I stayed up all night just to hear the click of the door as you walked in; I felt like a fat man (full of love) made thin. I stayed up all night just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet.
Because you said, “Alot has happened since I’ve last labored your eyes”.
Yeah, you said, “Though, it is quite nice to see you too”.

I stayed up all week just to hear what your verdict said; I felt like a fresh bouquet of flowers stalling their impending death.
I stayed up all week just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet.
Because you said, “Maybe our time has passed”.
Yeah, you said, “Or maybe all these slippery things will let us last”.

I stayed up all night just to watch the moon undress; I felt like a dictaphone trying to remember all the words you said.
I stayed up all night just to lightly touch your neck, but I couldn’t yet.
Because you said I need to shower first.
Yeah, you said, “Questions are good, because now I’m sure”.
Yeah, you fell into my exhausted arms.
Yeah, you never once felt so warm.

THE SKY SEEMED SO RED TODAY

The sky seemed so red today, whether it was all the flashlights as flares, or just that the sun finally decided to disappear. And I don’t know if the sun will ever find it’s place; because Jupiter’s cold and busy with other things, as is the rest of space. And I don’t know if I’ll notice with my eyes directed down as my heartstrings are pulled and oh how they never know the ground. And do you think people will ever change, or will my feet kick your pants and it won’t feel so strange as now, when all of time has let out, and we are all just floating away? As when, on our day of reckoning, we find out it was all just a mistake?

Trees fell to the ground, a large oak full of birds on the floor or haven’t you heard before the chirps from the dirt, crying, “Save me please, because the darkness is closing in and the demons will be released from the sky up above to glow with wondrous light!” And so I clamor all day, and find myself exhausted at night as the days come with skies glowing red, and I think it’s the pain in my heart and not the pain in my head that keeps me quiet, within all of my might, when I come to your lonely room and sing my song, when all noise has gone, to become your passionate brew.

And I say, “We will be inebriated tonight, and rest with our fear; as cowards who find sleep when heaven is near, but we’ll tell stories of loss and stories of hope as we watch all of our confidence slowly grow out of our ears and into our minds; to become drunk on our dreams, become the leaders of our time which is always slowly fading, as all moments do, from the red of the sun to the blue of the moon". And I’ll be reminded once more that we are all pieces of a puzzle, wondering wild in this whimsical world full of bubbles, trading our time for a life full of poisoned perfume and a stint in the same poignant cartoon of colors unreal, and weather unfelt, and never ask why all of our time is for sale and our words are never sung, and our days merely become coffins only missing the nails with skin that slowly fails, and a sun that can only shine pale.

WE ARE ALL IN THE CLOUDS

Hold my hand, cause it’s getting too intense, but now the light peeks, while wearing it’s short sleeves, it’s all around. It’s all around.
These dreams I’ve had, they started their own band, they learned the tambourine, then broke their own front teeth, they’re busting out. They’re busting out.

Come walk with me, as there are no dead-end streets, with rockets as shoes and a head full of clues, there’s no falling down. There’s no falling down.
Please touch my face, as nothing could ever erase, as all of the times of white, they are now calcified, they’re busting out. They’re busting out!

So we will dance, leave our fates to chance, whittle all of our days away as we are all amazed, we’re all in the clouds! We are all in the clouds!

ALL THOSE SLIPPERY THINGS

BLUE SKIES

Before you just walk out the door please let me finish
because I know the enormous cavalcade is just beginning
to grow as the big-bellied women eating their broccoli begin to gloat
as they know the nights will fade into sunrises and they sense the days are so close
when our tangled tongues and the lightning bugs will all knowingly begin to glow
as they shout out that our time is now!
The walls are all falling down!

Blue skies.
Blue skies.
Blue skies.

The lights were low and all I could do was scrape the floor to find them
underneath the chairs and behind the stares all these slippery things were unwinding
to grow as the big-bellied women eating their broccoli begin to gloat
as they know the nights will fade into sunrises and they sense the days are so close
when our tangled tongues and the lightning bugs will all knowingly begin to glow
as they shout out that our time is now!
The walls are all falling down!

Blue skies.
Blue skies.
Blue skies.

But now all the sun is folded into my skin as the skies bend low and my heart rests on my hand
And now you will see as the dreams they rise slowly and the shadows so tenderly float out past belief
They float on by as the dreams they sigh as the clouds they part to reveal blue skies
They float on by as the dreams they sigh, as the clouds they part to reveal blue skies

Blue skies.
Blue skies.
Blue skies.

IT'S NOT THE WAY

It’s not the way you blow-dried your hair, out on the stairs, and reappeared on your favorite red chair as I sat and watched the game.
It’s not the way you called your mom in a break from our conversation or even the fact that, of course, she said the same.

You looked at me and said, “It’s not the way the stars align, or dreams define the hand of the divine, all we have is right here in our hands.”
I looked at you and said, “It’s not the way I’ve known life to be; to loosen my teeth, open wounds to bleed. I know it will all float right down to our feet.”

It’s not the way I complimented your dress, under duress as you forgot the mess that we had made last night in the living room.
It’s not the way I drove your car, or prayed to the stars in the dark for just one sign to show we grew.

You looked at me and said, “It’s not the way the stars align, or dreams define the hand of the divine, all we have is right here in our hands.”
I looked at you and said, “It’s not the way I’ve known life to be; to loosen my teeth, open wounds to bleed. I know it will all float right down to our feet.”

It’s not the way you blow-dried your hair, out on the stairs, and reappeared, spoke in my ear of all your fears, while I watched the game! It’s not the way!

It’s not the way I drove your car, or prayed to the stars in the dark, for the sake of our hearts, to be just one part of all these slippery things!

It’s not the way the stars aligned, or the gods entwine, the way our lives will unwind! We’ll keep upright if we know all of time is right here inside!

It’s not the way!
It’s not the way!
It’s not the way!
It’s not the way!

ALL THESE TIMES WE TRIED TO SEE

As your raven hair covered your eyes and shielded what up to then had been our biggest surprise:
A look from beyond you don’t want, but, god-dammit, I don’t mind.
All these slippery things are alone again while I am wiping my heart on someone else’s handkerchief.
Now it’s all dripping on the floor, and I don’t know anymore when to say when.

Please tell me, tell me it’s true.
Please tell me, tell me I grew.

I never bought you one thoughtful gift, I was stuck spinning in circles on the waves of whatever is hoping to get something transcendent, so I would know what it all meant.
But I saw the blood that comes out of you, a day of reckoning now raining down upon us like we never knew and the gleam in your eyes, waving goodbye, as our final adieu.

Please tell me, tell me it’s true.
Please tell me, tell me I grew.

Oh, but all these times we tried to see!
Oh, but all these times we tried to see!
Oh, but all these times we tried to see!

WATCHING CARS DRIVE BY

I’m left walking outside, but inside of the rain, watching cars drive by.
Waiting for those clouds to feel a little bit of my pain
Waiting for that sky to cry.
Because you never even took the time to take a step out of your little, little lie.
So I’m left walking outside, but inside of the rain, watching cars drive by.

I’m left looking right through your ghostly eyes, hoping my mind’s deceived.
Questioning everything that I might have ever felt and everything that I once believed.
Because you never even took the time to take a step out of your little, little life. So I’m left walking outside, but inside of the rain, watching cars drive by.

Watching cars drive by.

Watching my life.

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